2. Su Mu Gai Zhou Bangyan rewrote his prose about 200 words. The poet woke up in the morning and smelled that the agarwood lit last night was still in the air, and the depressing summer heat had receded. There are birds chirping outside the window. It is said that birds can predict sunny days and rainy days. Has the weather cleared up? The poet looked up out of the window and saw that the sky was slightly brighter, and the birds were jumping around on the eaves, shaking their heads and quarreling, as if they were happy for the new sunshine after the rain. On a hot summer day, it is rare for a poet to walk by the lotus pond, only to see the rain beads on the lotus leaf gradually dry in the rising sun, which makes it look more green and clean. The lotus leaf in Zhang Yuanyuan is covered with water. Lotus is graceful in the lotus leaf. The lotus pond in front of me evokes the poet's homesickness: my hometown is far away, just south of the lotus leaf field, and I have been in Beijing for a long time. When can I go home? The lotus pond in Bianjing (now Kaifeng, Henan) evokes the poet's homesickness and his thoughts fly back to his hometown. I wonder if his childhood playmates remember visiting the West Lake together in May? How many times have I dreamed of going back to my hometown, or rowing a canoe to the lotus pond?
3. Rewrite the ancient prose written by Su Mu into prose written by Su Mu under the name of epigraph. Generally refers to Fan Zhongyan's Su Muzhe blue sky. Original text:
Blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke, green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun. Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep. The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
It is autumn again. The sky is particularly blue, yellow leaves are everywhere, and the water waves on the lake are stacked, reflecting the cloudless sky in Wan Li, which makes people feel a little depressed. The long lake ripples like a song, and the birds singing in the mountain stream can't help but make people feel relaxed and happy. Happy times always pass by in a hurry, and before you know it, the sun will set, and the white clouds that appear leisurely in the distant sky will gradually burn. ...
During the day, the happy mood gradually quieted down with the sunset, and the moon was like a new dish, covered with branches. Under the moon, leaning on a tall building alone, I feel sad, sad and sad. I remember the first time I saw her, my heart was like a deer jumping, as if I had known her for thousands of years. Light reading: if life is just like first sight. However, things are changeable. ...
I'm drunk after a few drinks, but there seems to be a wet shirt. Don't know for dew, don't know for tears. Hope to adopt.
Rewriting Fan Zhongyan's Su Mu into a jewel-like blue and noble prose sky once caused endless reverie and dreams in my childhood, but today it can only arouse endless sadness.
There are a few white clouds floating in the air, and that kind of stretch and happiness reminds me of my mother's warm embrace when I was a child. The autumn wind blows, the leaves sway, and after many disappointments and attachments, they fall quietly and appear golden everywhere.
Is this the persistent pain after the leaves leave their mother? This is their last struggle and loss, because they don't want to wander around the world? The river is no longer as turbulent as it was in midsummer, and it has become soothing and quiet. Dusk comes, the sun sets, the river is silent, the water and sky are the same in the distance, and a hazy green fog lingers on the water, like a veil for a long time.
Standing on the shore, a cold wind blew, and I subconsciously wrapped my clothes. Tonight will be another sleepless night.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is near, but home is still so far away. The moon tonight will be as bright as when I was a child.
Moonlight, how heartless you are, will shine on my lonely wanderer, so that I can't escape and have nowhere to hide. What can I rely on to resolve this endless homesickness? There is only one person wandering among tall buildings, drowning his mind with wine, letting spicy nectar anesthetize my fragile nerves in the loneliness of shadows, and let me return to my lovely hometown in my sleep.
The afterglow of dusk fades away and night comes. Will you go back to the hotel now? I can't make a decision.
5. Fan Zhongyan's "Su Mu person" means to write a 200-word composition. If it's good, it's extra points. It's crisp in autumn. There are illusory clouds floating in the sky of Wan Li, which look like a faint emerald color against the blue sky; The golden wind blows gently, the dew is cold, and the golden leaves are everywhere. The boundless autumn colors in the distance are connected with the vast water waves, and the green autumn waters, blown by the golden wind, make layers of ripples, which are unclear from a distance, like smoke, and can't tell which is water and which is sky.
It's getting late, and the afterglow of the sunset is reflected all over the mountain. Where Tianshui is connected, water and sky are the same. Only the grass on the shore, regardless of the arrival of late autumn, is still blooming, and it has been open to places where the sunset can't shine. Seeing this late autumn scenery, the poet in a foreign country felt homesick, and homesickness seemed to follow the afterglow of the sunset to the sad hometown of the grass outside the sunset.
6. Rewrite poetry into prose, no less than 200 words, blue sky, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green waves.
The mountain reflects the setting sun and the sky meets the water, and the grass is ruthless, even outside the setting sun.
Dark homesickness, chasing travel, every night unless, good dreams make people sleep.
The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns into sorrow and tears.
This word expresses homesickness and travel worries, and makes a fascinating language with a heart of stone, which is particularly profound. "Blue sky, yellow leaves" two sentences, one high and one low, one leaning and one leaning, show the vast autumn scenery in the world, which was written by Wang Shifu in The West Chamber and Farewell to the Pavilion in the Yuan Dynasty. The phrase "autumn is full of waves" refers to the rich autumn colors and soft autumn waves between high heaven and thick earth: autumn colors and autumn waves are connected to the horizon, and autumn smoke is empty and slightly cold next to autumn waves. Here, blue clouds, yellow leaves, green waves and green smoke form a colorful picture. The phrase "the mountain reflects the sunset" brings the castle peak into the picture, which makes the sky, the earth, the mountain and the water blend together and complement each other. At the same time, the "sunset" also points out that it is the autumn scenery when it ends. The phrase "the grass is ruthless" has changed from a real scene in the eyes to a virtual scene in the heart, and parting is hidden in it. "Cao Fang" has always been one of the images from which the theme of parting originated, such as Cai Yong's "Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave": "The grass on Philip Burkart Road is green"; Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le": "hate is like grass, and it is born farther away". Complaining about the ruthlessness of Cao Fang shows that the author is affectionate and righteous. The next sentence is "dark homesick soul", straight out.
The author's lingering homesickness and lingering thoughts about travel. The phrase "every night unless" means that homesickness can only be temporarily forgotten in a beautiful dream. "Unless" means that there is no other possibility. But there are plenty of fish in the sea, "good dreams" are rare, and homesickness will be temporarily exhausted. The sentence "the moon is high and the clouds are light" inherits the above: I am disturbed by homesickness at night, and my dream is difficult to realize. I want to go upstairs and overlook it to dispel my troubles; However, round after round of bright moons made him feel lonely and disappointed, so he issued a sigh of "rest by yourself". After a break, the writer tried to relieve the block in his chest by drinking alcohol, but this effort to dispel anxiety also failed: "When wine enters sorrow, it turns into lovesickness tears." Low-key and euphemistic, but without losing the heavy and clear spirit, it is a work full of true feelings and great shock.
7. Study Help: Rewrite "Market in the Sky" into a 200-word essay "Market in the Sky"
On a sleepless night, I stood quietly under the dark night sky, silently looking at the endless sky-
Look! What flashed that day? Are the stars shining in the sky? Or street lamps that illuminate the sky on both sides?
Fairy girls in the sky, what are you doing Without the troubles of the world, is your life happy? Are there any rare treasures in your heaven?
What's the difference between a clear river and a shallow water? What are Cowherd and Weaver Girl doing now? Weaver spinning silk, Cowherd playing flute, they are immersed in this quiet world, and a lantern is hung on the buffalo horn of Cowherd, which quietly illuminates the whole sky. ...
8. Change the quiet night into prose and repost it in about 200 words:
The moonlight is faint, and the pine forest outside the village is bathed in the moonlight; There are clouds and stars in the sky. In the dead of night, people walk alone outside the house, looking at the faint moonlight, the dim shadows in the moonlight, and looking up at the sparse stars leaking from the clouds.
Look at the infinite depths of the starry sky through the boundless darkness. Fuzzy sea fog can block people's sight, but it can't stop the runaway wild horse imagination. At this time, my flying heart couldn't stop thinking for a long time-through the vast sea fog, I imagined that there was a "Jiao Ren" standing on the shore, silently shedding a string of pearl-like tears at the moon ... Did "Jiao Ren" cry for joy or sadness come from it? Or endless yearning?
9. Change Tianjingsha Qiu Si into a 200-word essay Tianjingsha Qiu Si.
One autumn evening, on the desolate ancient road, the west wind was blowing violently, and leaves were flying in the air like butterflies. An old tree beside the ancient road, like an old man who has experienced many vicissitudes, is intertwined and covered with bumps and twisted branches. Several dead vines wound around the old tree like snakes. Several crows flapped their wings and landed on the bare branches, looking lifeless. Suddenly, a small river appeared before my eyes. An ancient bridge stands on the river. Not far from the river, smoke is rising. It turned out to be a small village. People are preparing a big dinner. Looking at these scenes, the wanderer can't help thinking of distant relatives, but what can he do? On the muddy and rugged road, only the old horse struggled to carry the wanderer towards the distant. Where is home when the sun sets? Where is your hometown? At this time, how can a wandering wanderer not be heartbroken!