Rewrite Qingming
"sasha vujacic! Shashasha! " It is raining again. Rain, as light as cow hair, as fine as silk thread, and dust as fog, falls from the sky. The rain fell gently on the branches, and the buds on the branches drilled their lovely little heads, opened their beautiful little eyes and looked at everything around them curiously. The rain fell quietly on the grass, and the grass stubbornly pulled open the soil pressed on it, trying to break free. It stretched, yawned and began to greedily suck the dew of spring. A pile of grass here, a pile of grass there, covered the earth with a layer of green clothes. There are colorful flowers in the grass, including yellow rape, red roses, purple bougainvillea and white tulips, which are competing to open and compete for beauty. A few swallows buzzed in the air, as if to say, "Spring is coming! Spring is so beautiful! "
But such a beautiful scenery in the rain can't attract the attention of pedestrians coming and going on the road. They come and go in a hurry, and they are all preoccupied Some pedestrians are carrying brooms and offering sacrifices to sweep graves, thinking of their dead relatives and feeling very sad; Some leave their homes and go out to make a living, with uncertain future and depressed mood; Some people walk on the road of visiting relatives and friends, their future is uncertain, and they are more upset. The gloomy sky overhead made their mood heavier in the light rain.
Among the pedestrians, a scholar-like person is particularly eye-catching. He is Du Mu. He is thin, white-skinned, wearing a hat and carrying a bag. Mutu's gaunt face and frown formed the word "Sichuan". He shook his head and sighed as he walked. He has been on the road for several days, and this kind of "bad weather" is overcast and rainy everywhere, which makes him depressed. At this moment, his stomach growled with hunger and his throat seemed to smoke with thirst. How much he wants to find a place to rest, eat a hot meal, fill his stomach, drink some old wine, quench his thirst, warm himself up, and then have a good sleep. However, this man is a stranger. Where can he find a restaurant?
Suddenly, there was a clear and melodious flute in the distance. That voice is so crisp and sweet. Du Mu's spirit can't help it. He looked up and looked around, only to see a scalper coming head on, with a shepherd boy sitting on his back. He is about eleven or twelve years old, with a red face and bright big eyes. He is somewhat clever, cute and naughty. Mutu believes that there are villages where there are shepherds, and restaurants where there are villages. By the way, shall I ask him? Thinking of this, he stepped forward and asked politely, "Little brother, is there a restaurant here?" When the shepherd boy saw him, he nodded, smiled, grimaced at him and pointed in the direction behind him with a flute, meaning: Go ahead and there will be a restaurant. Mutu understood that he quickly thanked the shepherd boy, cheered up and stepped forward. Sure enough, soon, a village was looming in the rain and fog, where the roads were full of apricot flowers, and several wine lids danced in the wind, as if waving to him ... Mutu was excited and inspired, and a seven-character quatrain blurted out:
It rained a lot during my stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day.
Pedestrians on the road want to die.
Excuse me, where is the restaurant?
The shepherd boy just laughed and didn't answer Xingshan Village.
2. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off the leaves and falls into the water one after another, and the river is slowly covered with red.
The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn. On the path by the river, a group of people came from a distance in the mist.
There is a prison car in the middle of the team, and there are heavily guarded escorts before and after the prison car. There is a man in the prison car who is in rags but has big eyes. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old.
This is Xia Wanchun. At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall.
In the prison car, Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river. From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a member of Amin dynasty in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it.
Since childhood, Yue Fei has been his hero. He can't forget the kind but firm tone of his mother when she told the story of Yue Fei when she was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the teacher's sad and angry expression when he recited "the old country is around the mountain, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness."
At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, which was nourished by countless experiences, so the seed took root and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart. The prison car is still bumping.
Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found that the road ahead was deja vu. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, but revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is getting clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home and told his mother excitedly and nervously that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father.
Mother hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Mother seemed particularly silent that day, so she told Xia Wanchun to pack up and go to bed early.
Xia Wanchun didn't sleep that night, but quietly listened to the sobbing under the lamp outside, and then burst into tears unconsciously. A 13-year-old child should have the right to enjoy happiness, but the reality forced him to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and flies in the mountains".
After three years of torture, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in this prison van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry. The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd.
Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes.
She kept running after the prison car, shouting her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to your country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief.
Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, and the leaves behind her were intertwined. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal.
Xia Wanchun couldn't bear the sadness, and finally turned to face the front. In the past three years, she was in tears again. "Three years of the passengers, today is the south crown.
Endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day of the return of the Olympic Games, look at the spirit flag in the air! "When Xia Wanchun exhausted all his strength and almost roared out these four poems, he smiled. At this time, he is like Yue Fei, a hero forever in his heart, and he really has no regrets.
Like a river of flames burning with life, the fallen leaves dance with life, which is destined to be a hero's season. Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together.
According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author associates and imagines, sets specific scenes and situations, and turns the concise poem into a dense prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid.
And this kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenery, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and that kind of desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.
3. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The wind is rustling and the water is cold. Autumn wind blows off the leaves and falls into the water one after another, and the river is slowly covered with red. The fiery red river and fallen leaves are doomed to be a chaotic autumn.
On the path by the river, a group of people came from a distance in the mist. There is a prison car in the middle of the team, and there are heavily guarded escorts before and after the prison car. There is a man in the prison car who is in rags but has big eyes. Looking closely, behind the vicissitudes of smoke and dust, it turned out to be a face only 16 years old. This is Xia Wanchun.
At this moment, the autumn wind is still blowing, the leaves are still flying, and the rustling river is still rippling after the leaves fall. In the prison car, Xia Wanchun's heart is like a river.
From the day Xia Wanchun was born, he was a member of Amin dynasty in his bones, and he was deeply proud of it. Since childhood, Yue Fei has been his hero. He can't forget the kind but firm tone of his mother when she told the story of Yue Fei when she was a child. He can't forget the feeling of blood boiling when he first read Man Jiang Hong. He can't forget that when he came home by chance, his father ran around and insisted on the appreciation and expectation of Kang Qing. He can't forget the teacher's sad and angry expression when he recited "the old country is around the mountain, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness." At that time, he planted a seed in his heart, which was nourished by countless experiences, so the seed took root and gradually became a towering tree, supporting his whole heart.
The prison car is still bumping. Xia Wanchun stretched out his hand and brushed the straw from his forehead and found that the road ahead was deja vu. He couldn't help smiling bitterly, but revisiting the old place turned out to be such a general scene. Xia Wanchun's memory is getting clearer and clearer. One day at the age of thirteen, he came home and told his mother excitedly and nervously that he would join the anti-Qing team like his father. Mother hesitated for a moment, then said nothing. Mother seemed particularly silent that day, so she told Xia Wanchun to pack up and go to bed early. Xia Wanchun didn't sleep that night, but quietly listened to the sobbing under the lamp outside, and then burst into tears unconsciously.
A 13-year-old child should have the right to enjoy happiness, but the reality forced him to live a life of "Wan Li goes to Rongji and flies in the mountains". After three years of torture, Xia Wanchun was finally trapped in this prison van. He really doesn't know whether to be thankful or sorry.
The road became more and more familiar, and Xia Wanchun saw the crowd. Suddenly, he found his mother in the crowd. He doesn't know that three years can make a person so old. When the fog cleared, Xia Wanchun saw the confusion in her mother's eyes. She kept running after the prison car, shouting her son's name. Xia Wanchun has mixed feelings. He grabbed the railing of the prison car and shouted to his mother, "Be loyal to your country!" " These were the last words that Xia Wanchun's mother said to him when he left home three years ago. He regards it as his eternal belief. Mother heard and understood, because she stopped. At that moment, my mother, whose hair was blown away by the wind, stood by the bleak Songjiang River, and the leaves behind her were intertwined. This picture is instantly frozen and becomes eternal. Xia Wanchun couldn't bear the sadness, and finally turned to face the front. In the past three years, she was in tears again.
"Three years of the passengers, today is the south crown. Endless tears, who says the world is wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when I return, I will see the spirit flag in the air! " Xia Wanchun laughed when he roared out these four poems with almost all his strength. At this time, he, like Yue Fei, his eternal hero, really has no regrets.
Like a river of flames burning with life, the fallen leaves dance with life, which is destined to be a hero's season.
Comments: Appreciation is to put the true self-emotion into the poet's blood and boil and burn together. According to the content and emotion of the original poem, combined with the poet's life experience and the background of writing this poem, the author associates and imagines, sets specific scenes and situations, and turns the concise poem into a dense prose. In addition, the psychological description is particularly delicate and vivid. And this kind of psychology is integrated with all the scenery, people and things around it, so it is true and credible, and that kind of desperate but still heroic pride can also infect people.
4. Wang Dongting's ancient poems were rewritten into a 350-word composition. Original: Wang Dongting Yuxi Lake knows each other in autumn and moon, and there is no wind on the pool surface.
Looking at Dongting from a distance, there is a green snail in the silver plate. Dongting Lake in the moonlight is very soft and harmonious.
There is no ripple on the silver lake, and the calm lake reflects the autumn moon in the sky. In the blue sky, a bright moon is embedded in the sky, and the cold moonlight is sprinkled on the lake, and the lake light and moonlight blend together, which is beautiful. There is no wind or sound on the lake, just like a bronze mirror that has never been polished.
I climbed the pagoda and looked at the green trees and red flowers beside Dongting Lake. Looking at the beautiful scenery on Dongting Lake; Looking around, there are green Junshan in the lake, tall and straight century-old trees, famous places of interest at home and abroad, and ancient temples hidden in the mountains. This Dongting Lake is as bright as a silver plate, and this Green Army Mountain is like a small green snail.
Seeing these beautiful scenery, I can't help but admire: "It's really the harmony between the lake and the moon, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface." Look at the Dongting landscape, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "Or: On a starry night, I came to the best place to look at Dongting Lake-the watchtower.
On that day, the moon was as golden as a freshly ripe banana, and the stars were dancing in the dark blue sky like a group of little girls who could sing and dance. Look! The moon stinks. She combed her hair and dusted herself in front of the ocean mirror.
In fact, the mirror of the ocean is Dongting Lake. When there is no wind, she is a flawless mirror. When there is wind, many wrinkles appear on her face, as if she had aged a lot at once.
Looking from a distance, a Junshan stands in the middle of Dongting Lake, which reminds me of an idiom: Tingting stands tall. I'm not the only one who came to Dongting. When I met my old friend, I was intoxicated by this pleasant scenery.
Look! At the moment, he is drinking tea and chanting loudly: "What a green snail in a silver plate!" " "After I got his hint, I immediately echoed:" The lake is full of moonlight, and there is no windless mirror on the pool surface. Looking at the mountains and rivers in Dongting, there is a green snail in the silver plate! "He immediately raised his hand and praised:" Good poem, good poem! "This Dongting is a land of fish and rice. Who doesn't remember? On a clear autumn night, I came to Dongting Lake. I was immediately attracted by what I saw.
I saw the faint moonlight shining on the lake, which was particularly harmonious.
The water was calm, and the moonlight made the lake look like a big bronze mirror without any scratches. Looking at Dongting Lake, I was surprised to find a lush "Junshan" in the middle of the lake, which is very beautiful.
It's like a white plate with green snails on it. Seeing this reminds me of Liu Yuxi's "Looking at Dongting" and I can't help chanting in a low voice: the lake is full of moonlight, and the mirror on the pool is not polished.
Look at the Dongting landscape. There is a green snail in the silver plate.
5. Li Bai took me to see the magnificent scenery of and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea. Su Shi and I "quick march": Look at the beautiful scenery of "flowers in the water are interlaced and bamboo and cypress are hidden". The poet walked with me, spent a happy time with me and grew up with me! The poet and I watched the scenery turn yellow and the leaves fall with the wind. No! That's not a leaf, it's a magnificent view that "falling red is not a heartless thing, but turning into spring mud will protect flowers more" It tells us what dedication is, the moon is high in the sky, no! That's not the moon! It was the sad scenery of "looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". It told us what homesickness was, and the pool ran down, no! That's not a pool, but a peach blossom pool in thousands of feet, which is better than the love scenery in Wang Lun. Tell us what friendship is! The poet accompanied me to see the scenery and told me that autumn leaves let us know how to give, the night sky scenery and the rising moon let us know how to taste homesickness, pool scenery and water flow, and let us know what friendship is. The poet walked with me and watched the scenery with me. Thank you for telling me so much, thank you for letting me know so much! The poet made me love my mother. The poet walked with me and told me: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for her wayward son's body, but the grass of one inch has won three inches of glory. You should love your mother." Yes! I want to love my mother! Mother is working silently, and a monotonous landscape is formed behind the building. Year after year, the wind and frost covered your smiling face, your lonely heart, who can understand? Flowers bloom quietly, you work silently, trying to tell you that you have always been my miracle. In fact, I have always understood you and loved you very much. However, we have nothing to say to each other, and some are just heart-to-heart. The poet walked with me and asked me to love my mother. Thank you for introducing me to my mother. Thank you for letting me know how to love my mother! The poet made me taste homesickness, old vines, faint crows, small bridges, flowing water, ancient roads, thin horses in the west wind and sunset. Heartbroken people are at the end of the world. Looking into the air, "looking up, I found that it was moonlight, and it sank back, and I suddenly remembered my home" and "looking at the sea". Where is the pass of Rimu Township? People are driving on the Yanbo River, feeling sad and in tears. "I go forward. I cried until my tears ran out, and I saw a sailboat about to fall in the distant sky. "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset. Poets let me taste homesickness, but reason is still chaotic. Don't have a trace of homesickness in your heart! The poet accompanied me. Thank you. I will try my best to have the lofty sentiments of "reaching the peak, the other mountains all appear dwarfs under the sky.", the filial piety of "Who said the grass in the village will win the honor of three villages" and the leisure of "picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely". The intention of' naked, not dignified'! The poet walks with me, that deep love! That's deep sorrow! That long-term vision!
6. A composition about the adaptation of ancient poetry Li Bai's To Wang Lun is a well-known farewell poem.
The first two sentences are positive narratives, while the last two sentences are things rising, which turn intangible friendship into vivid images, ethereal and memorable, natural and true. "Chinese Curriculum Standard" points out that exercise teaching should "stimulate students' imagination and imagination, and encourage them to write imaginary things. "
This poem provides a foundation for students' free imagination. We might as well instruct students to rewrite this ancient poem into modern literature. Students should imagine the farewell scene between Li Bai and Wang Lun and taste the feelings between the lines of the poet according to the contents of ancient poems and their own life experience. The exercises written by students will be very interesting.
This extracurricular exercise design is suitable for primary school students in grades 5 and 6. Writing process: first, enter the poetic realm and taste reading 1. Students, you must have accumulated a lot of ancient poems. Can you recite a favorite ancient poem? Can you talk about your favorite poet? 2. Is there anyone who worships Li Bai? Can you recite some of his poems? It is said that Li Bai writes poems because he loves drinking and playing. Do you know which poem this is? 3. Appreciate the soundtrack animation of To Wang Lun, and the teacher tells the legend about this poem.
4. After enjoying this touching scene and listening to this beautiful legend, do you have anything to say? Can you read this poem in this mood? Guide students to read poetry and feel poetry. Second, put yourself in Wang Lun's shoes, imagine the experience of 1, and "Li Bai will want to go by boat" (1), and play an animation with music to freeze the picture.
Teacher's Guidance:1One spring more than 200 years ago, in Jingxian County, Anhui Province, Taohuatan was surrounded by peach blossoms, which were burning. The poet Li Bai is about to board a boat and leave here. You are Li Bai. What do you see at the moment? what do you think? (2) The scenes that students may talk about are grass, peach blossoms, ponds, fish and green hills.
By comparing students' languages, teachers guide students to speak more concretely and vividly. Teacher's lens advance: Seeing this, the poet felt moved by the scene in front of him, and the willow on the embankment seemed to be mumbling and reluctant to go.
What kind of emotions are these scenes in the eyes of poets! Can you talk about it? (3) Playing the animation "Drinking and Appreciating the Moon", the teacher told me affectionately: Seeing this, Li Bai was filled with emotion and thoughts, and the scene of getting along with Wang Lun emerged in front of him: drinking-guiding students to imagine their own language, movements and demeanor. The teacher introduced the following situations in the camera for the students to imagine: in Li Bai's eyes, Wang Lun is a witty, studious and enterprising young man with similar interests, and they met late, so they can be said to have forgotten each other; In Wang Lun's eyes, although Li Bai's poems are famous all over the world, he is never arrogant. He is a charming and knowledgeable scholar and an amiable elder.
Appreciating the moon-Li Bai loves the moon very much and has written many wonderful poems about the moon, such as Silent Night Thinking, Moon Wandering in Gulang, Moon Song in Emei Mountain and so on. Students can be guided to apply them to this situation. Wang Lun recited these poems to express his admiration.
Play, play chess, fish, recite poems, climb mountains ... 2. "Suddenly smell the singing on the shore" (1) At this time, the boatman urged the poet Li Bai to board the boat. What will Li Bai say and do? (2) How does Wang Lun feel without Li Bai? What would you do? At this moment, you are Wang Lun. What can you sing? Can you write some lyrics? Please step on the beat and sing Wang Lun's cordial retention and best wishes! (3) Listening to this touching song, Li Bai couldn't help being excited. He jumped off the bow, stepped forward quickly and held Wang Lun's hand tightly ... What would they say? How come? (4) Since ancient times, many literati have left many touching farewell poems.
(Showing farewell poems) Will Li Bai and Wang Lun feel the same way at this parting moment? If you were Li Bai, what would you say? If you were Wang Lun, what would you say? "However, as long as China keeps our friendship, heaven will still be our neighbor."-Wang Bo "There is no reason to persuade you to drink more."
-Wang Wei "Oh, ask this river running eastward, whether it can go further than the love of friends! ? "-Li Bai" Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead. Who doesn't know Jun in the world? " -Gao Shi's "Liu Yang Dongmen Tree, Qingqing Sandwiching the Royal River". I've been climbing hard recently. I think I've separated. "
-Wang Zhihuan 3, "Peach Blossom Pond is deeper than thousands of feet, not as good as Wang Lun" was long before I met her, but after we parted, we finally had a parting. Li Bai got on the boat, and the boat drifted away, his eyes blurred with tears. He couldn't help chanting a poem-teachers and students shouted "To Wang Lun" in unison. Third, stimulate expression, rewrite ancient poetry 1, classmates, today, we came to Taohuatan and experienced a deep farewell scene together. Can we still be indifferent? Then let's get a pen and write down this touching scene! 2. Today, we will rewrite the poem To Wang Lun.
How are you going to write it? The teacher's lens guides the students to write from which angle and what kind of expression to use. What kind of topic are you going to draw up for your exercise? The teacher's camera guides the students to comment.
4. Write my mouth and my heart by hand, write down what we have just said, experienced and felt, and let this profound friendship flow and pour in our pen. Have confidence? 5. Students rewrite ancient poems, and teachers give individual guidance.
Fourth, show the works and exchange comments. 1. Who wants to read his composition to everyone? Teacher's camera comment. 2. After appreciating this classmate's composition, you can talk about what you appreciate most or are most moved, and you can also talk about your personal opinions or suggestions.
3. Teacher's summary: Students, today, we have crossed the boundaries of time and space, talked with the ancients and poets, and gained the nourishment of language, the edification of emotion and the cherish of friendship. Can you tell me how you feel in this class in one sentence? Design comments: I think it is a process of "word-meaning conversion" for students to rewrite ancient poems. Let's try to illustrate this exercise design as an example.
First, the transformation from "speech" to "meaning" as an ancient poem, how to transform "speech" into "meaning" in students' minds? In my opinion, teachers mainly guide students to penetrate the "two layers", that is, the surface layer and the inner layer of language. From the operational point of view, the first is "dialogue", which allows students to use their own life experience and knowledge to reserve poems.
7. Rewrite ancient poems into compositions. I'm changing it myself.
One day in March in the spring, the poet Du Fu was walking by the river, so uncomfortable. Suddenly, he smelled a faint fragrance, tempting him to move forward involuntarily. In an instant, Du Fu reminded the poet Du Fu of the flowers on the road in front of a humble hut in the country. He guessed that the owner of this hut must be a flower lover.
After a while, a mountain village woman came out of the house and saw her carrying a wooden bucket and wearing coarse cloth. When he saw the poet Du Fu standing in front of his hut, he smiled and invited Du Fu to sit down and talk with the poet. From the chat, Du Fu learned that the middle-aged woman's name is Huang Siniang, and she loves flowers. There are countless flowers at home. Du Fu left Italy until the hut was full of flowers and all kinds of flowers were in it. Competing to open up. Flowers press the branches like bows. A breeze blew, the branches swayed, and from time to time, it sent a faint fragrance. Several butterflies kept circling and dancing on the flowers. It seems to say, "Look, our poet Du Fu is here. Let's enjoy the flowers together!" " Du Fu was lost in thought, and the crisp voice of "Cha Cha" came from his ear. He looked up and saw several beautiful and lovely orioles singing in the branches, as if singing a wonderful spring hymn.
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Just as the poet wanted to have a rest in the spring breeze, his eyes lit up. Clusters of peach blossoms in different shades are in full bloom by the river. The path around Huang Si's maiden is full of colorful flowers, and thousands of flowers bend the branches. The frolicking butterflies hover and dance, and the free little oriole is very tactfully moving!
8. Ask for an essay adapted from an ancient poem. The poet came out of town side by side with his friends. Looking up, I saw a touch of green hills across the north of the city and a bay of clear water gurgling around the east of the city. The distant castle peak is out of reach, which leads to a trace of dismay and reveals the poet's helplessness in leaving at present; The flowing water around the city seems to be a symbol of continuous separation and gurgling. This couplet "Qingshan", "Baishui", "Northland" and "Dongcheng" are arranged neatly, and "green" and "white" set each other off, and the whole painting is beautiful. The word "horizontal" is used to write the stillness of the castle peak, and the word "around" is used to write the movement of white water, which is also quite accurate.
The poet described his friend's wandering life with a lonely canopy, saying: If you leave here, you will float thousands of miles away like loose grass dancing with the wind. These two sentences express the poet's deep concern for his friends, and they are written smoothly and naturally, with sincere feelings.
The tie "I will think of you in the clouds, so think of me in the sunset" shows the broad background of parting: a white cloud is floating away on the horizon, and a red sun is slowly falling to the horizon. At this point, this scene makes people more sad and painful to leave. These two sentences "floating clouds" to "sunset" and "wandering" to "old human feelings" are also neat and to the point. Poets not only write landscapes, but also skillfully use "floating clouds" to compare friends. He is like a floating cloud on the horizon, with uncertain whereabouts and everything. Who knows where he will drift? Infinite concern for natural overflow. And the red sun in the west ended so slowly, and I was reluctant to throw the last light into the white water of Qingshan, as if reluctant to leave abruptly. And this is the symbol of the poet's mood at the moment!
Write the parting scene in the last two sentences. Poets and friends immediately waved goodbye and greeted frequently; The two horses seem to be connected with their master's heart and honk their horns from time to time. Although the poet did not directly say his feelings of parting, the horse could not bear the bitterness of parting and raised his mane and neighed. What a shame!