The river is green with reeds and frost in autumn. Where is the right person? Just across the river. It's too long to go upstream to find her. Follow the running water to find her, as if in the middle of the water.
The reeds by the river are dense, and the morning dew is not dry. Where is the right person? Just beyond the river bank. Sail against the current, it is hard to go climbs. Follow the running water to find her, as if on a beach.
The reeds by the river are thick and thick, and the dew has not been completely collected in the morning. Where is the right person? It's just beyond the water. It's hard to find a way to find her against the current. Follow the running water to find her as if she were in the water.
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1. Introduction to the work:
Feng Jiajian in Qin Dynasty is one of the Book of Songs, a collection of China's ancient realistic poems. The whole poem consists of three chapters with eight sentences in each chapter. This poem was once regarded as a mockery of Qin Xianggong's failure to consolidate the country with Zhou Li, or as a pity for its failure to attract hermits and sages; Now it is generally believed that this is a love song, which is about the melancholy and depression when you pursue what you love but can't get what you love.
The whole poem consists of three chapters, and the last two chapters are only slightly changed compared with the first chapter, which has formed the effect of harmonious internal rhythm and uneven rhythm between chapters, and also caused the reciprocating advancement of semantics.
2. Create a background:
This poem is written for those who admire it in their hearts. Chen Zizhan's "Three Hundred Poems for Solving Problems" said: "There is no doubt that the poem" Sword House "is a work that the poet wants to see but can't see."
Who is this man? Is he an old man who understands Zhou rites, or an old minister of the Western Zhou Dynasty who cares for the Zhou Dynasty and the old master? A hermit of Qin State or a friend of the poet? Or is the poet himself a saint, a hermit and a first-class poet? Or do we simplify and vulgarize it and insist that it is a love poem, saying that the poet misses his lover? It is difficult to judge because there are different explanations.
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2. Rewrite the cockroach into prose, the reeds are gray, and the clear white dew turns into frost.
She was the only one swaying in the heart lake and standing alone by the water.
Go with the flow, but the road is difficult and long.
Follow the other person downstream, she is already in the middle of the water.
Dense reeds are flourishing, still wet and white, reflecting the glow.
The heart lake is only rippling with her, snuggling up to the aquatic plants on the shore.
Down the river, but the road bends and the mountain bends.
Going downstream, vaguely sitting on a boulder.
The reeds are lush and crystal clear.
She is the only one who is rippling in the heart lake and strolling leisurely by the water.
Follow the current, but the road is winding.
Follow the current, but the sandbar is lonely and injured.
3. Rewrite the modern Chinese translation of Jiaxu. Translated by Yu Guanying.
Reed flowers are white and gray,
Dew turns to frost in the morning.
Sweetheart, where is she,
People are on the other side of the water.
Walking towards her against the winding water,
It's a big circle.
Walking towards her against the straight current,
It's like being in the middle of nowhere
Reed flowers turn white,
Dew never dries.
Sweetheart, where is she,
That man is on the beach.
Walking towards her against the winding water,
The higher, the harder it is.
Walking towards her against the straight current,
Just like being in the water of a small continent.
A reed flower sparkles,
The sun is not dew.
Sweetheart, where is she,
You can see clearly across the river.
Walking towards her against the winding water,
Twists and turns.
Walking towards her against the straight current,
It's like hiding in the middle of an island.
4. Rewrite Jane into lyrics as follows:
The reeds by the river are lush, and the crystal dew condenses into frost. People I admire! On the other side of the river, I chased her against the winding water, and the road was difficult and long. I chased her along the water as if she were in the middle of it.
The reeds by the river are lush, and the wet dew shines in the morning light. People I admire! On the other side of the river, I chased her against the winding water, and it was difficult to walk on the road. I followed the water and chased her as if she were on a high ground in the water.
The reeds by the river are lush, and there are still wet dewdrops hanging on the leaves. People I admire! On the other side of the river, I chased her against the winding water, and the road was difficult and tortuous. I followed the water and chased her as if she were on a sandbar in the water.
Rewrite 2:
The mighty reed is gray, and the innocence is exposed to frost.
She was the only one swaying in the heart lake and standing alone by the water.
Go with the flow, but the road is difficult and long.
Follow the other person downstream, she is already in the middle of the water.
Dense reeds are flourishing, still wet and white, reflecting the glow.
The heart lake is only rippling with her, snuggling up to the aquatic plants on the shore.
Down the river, but the road bends and the mountain bends.
Going downstream, vaguely sitting on a boulder.
The reeds are lush and crystal clear.
She is the only one who is rippling in the heart lake and strolling leisurely by the water.
Follow the current, but the road is winding.
Follow the current, but the sandbar is lonely and injured.
The number of words may not be enough, so let's make do ... everyone has their own style of writing, so it is impossible to copy it, so ghostwriting will inevitably be found. The best way to avoid being discovered is to write it yourself.
And the little friend week above, did you really write it yourself? Your literary talent is also 8. It may be so good. ...
5. Jane was rewritten into prose and covered with soft soil.
And that deep feeling "-this dance. Just like the Persian carpet at home, it has that kind of gentle happiness.
The road turns around and the fog floats forward? Stop, there is that kind of gentle happiness, rocking my waist, this winding road takes me to find my heart's vision, where is he. The fresh morning breeze keeps blowing my hair, and the cold late autumn is covered with soft soil.
The reeds are frosty and bright as pearls. The breeze blew and there were broken reed leaves. I have come to the sandbar in the water and can't live without it. This is my place . I will let go of my mood, and the bright sunshine will decorate this beautiful scenery with a new look. Although the road is difficult and tortuous, a few pieces of frost will turn into water, which will decorate the late autumn so beautifully and find the final destination of his life.
Like Persian carpets at home, there seems to be no more chill, broken reed leaves and dancing. I have come to the sandbar in the water. The fresh morning breeze keeps blowing my hair, responding to the moisture in the morning.
And that deep feeling "-this dance, the fog around gradually dispersed. Oh, very comfortable.
Gently pull up the left and right skirts with both hands, and he is my home in my heart. I suddenly remembered the scene where Princess Koryo danced for Meng Yi, a Qin general, in the movie Myth, in pursuit of the truth. When I stepped on it, the fog around me gradually faded.
Breeze blowing, stepping on the continuous, to pursue the truth that I don't know if there will be, responding to the humidity in the morning and the misty fog in autumn water. The reed tide fluctuates, and it seems that there is no longer so much chill. Although the road is difficult and tortuous, the pursuit of happiness is full of hope. I am looking for him in my heart-along the winding river, slowly moving forward, a few pieces of frost turned into water, and the frost on the reed was slowly melting. Reed pond in late autumn, this winding road takes me to find my heart's longing and let go of my mood.
The skirt gently lifted the reed tip, and I couldn't help lifting my white gauze skirt. In the reed pond in late autumn, I can't help lifting my white gauze skirt. In my heart, he swayed his waist and danced- Stop. I suddenly remembered the scene of Princess Koryo dancing for Qin general Meng Ke in the movie Myth, which was very comfortable.
I wonder if he can see the pond in my heart when I dance solo. The skirt gently lifted the reed tip and shone like pearls.
Like sweet lovers snuggling together. On the way, the frost on the reed is slowly melting.
Turn around and go forward. On the way, move slowly.
Oh, like sweet lovers snuggling together, I only dance for you-",I am looking for him in my heart-along the winding river, but I am pursuing a happy heart.
Gently pull up the left and right skirts with your hands, decorate the pond in late autumn so beautifully (prose version of Jianjia) (prose changed from Jianjia), and find the final destination of your life, the cold late autumn. Crystal autumn frost is full of reeds, I only jump for you-",autumn water-misty fog and frost is full of hope.
Glittering autumn frost covers reeds and reeds. Where is he? The fog is floating, and the bright sunshine adorns this beautiful scenery with a new look.
6. Rewrite "Guanju" or "Jiaxu" into a 600-word essay. Pigeons sing in a closed place, singing in a duet, and both fly down on the sandbar in the river. I stood in the misty forest and looked into the distance, as if I saw her. She stood in the warm wind with a quiet smile on her face. Looking at her capable and beautiful appearance, my heart suddenly ripples into a circle. ...
Long and short shepherd's purse floated on the water. In the dim light, I saw her picking the green shepherd's purse stems along the water. Looking at her bright smile, I also smiled. She doesn't know that I miss her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night. ...
Although I miss her very much, she still can't come to me and see the white clouds floating in the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seem to see her shadow and her quiet smile. She makes me miss you so much. In the moonlight, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't sleep for a long time. ...
Shepherd's purse grows unevenly in water. In my dream, I saw her pick shepherd's purse from one side to the other. Looking at her walking lightly, I couldn't help saying the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time: "A virtuous and beautiful girl, I believe we will be in harmony like harps and harps and love each other forever ..."
The long and short shepherd's purse floated around with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking from left to right. Listening to the festive firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "Kind and beautiful girl, I will definitely ring the bell and drum to marry you ..."
7. Please rewrite the senior one text "Jian Peijun" into a composition ~ ~ ●●●●●●●● ● The green grass is green and the fog is boundless.
There is a beautiful woman by the water.
Green grass, white fog blurred,
There is a beautiful woman who lives by the water.
I want to go upstream,
Snuggle up beside her.
There is a dangerous beach before you have no choice.
It's a long way to go, Xiu Yuan.
I want to go downstream,
Find her direction.
But seeing the Buddha,
She is in the middle of the water.
I want to go upstream,
Speak softly to her.
There is a dangerous beach before you have no choice.
The road twists and turns.
I want to go downstream,
Looking for her footprints.
But it seems vague,
She is standing in the water.
The grass is green and the fog is white.
There is a beautiful woman by the water.
8. How to write the original translation of "Guo Guo"
The Millennium is frost. The so-called Iraqis are on the water side. Tracing back from it, the road resistance is long; Swim back from it, in the middle of the water It's been a long time, and it hasn't changed for thousands of years. The so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and embarrassing; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water. The dew has not yet arrived, so-called Iraqis are in the water. Tracing back from it, the road is blocked and right; Swim back from the inside and swim in the water.
Jianjia
The reeds by the river are blue, and the dew in late autumn condenses into frost.
The person I miss day and night is on the other side of the river.
Pursuing her against the current is a long and arduous journey.
Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the water.
The reeds are lush by the river, and the dew is not dry in the morning.
My ghost is on the other side of the river.
Sailing against the current to pursue her, the road is bumpy and difficult to climb.
Look downstream, it seems to be in the middle of the sandbar.
The reeds by the river are more lush, and the Millennium still lingers in the morning.
The person I'm after is on the other side of the river.
Sailing against the current to pursue her, the road is difficult and circuitous.
Looking downstream, it seems to be a sandbar in the water.