1. Please rewrite the ancient poem "Jiangnan" into a 400-word essay
Spring is a season worth remembering. Everywhere is filled with warm sunshine and full of spring spirit.
Spring is a fantasy universe and a paradise for poetry! The spring girl came driving the car of spring. She brought the fairy stick that can revive the earth and the cloud doll that adds color to the sky! Everywhere Miss Chun flies over, she will bring fragrance: the grass is green, the flowers are red, and the river is blue... Miss Chun said to the cloud dolls: "I want to test you. Now that we have arrived in Jiangnan, Let’s see who can describe the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan in a clever way. If the one is the best, I will give you a reward!” All the Yun dolls happily agreed. Yun Xiaomei said, "Can you please listen to what we have to say?" Everyone agreed.
So they started to talk vividly: "In the spring in the south of the Yangtze River, birds are singing everywhere, the leaves are green and the flowers are red. In the villages by the water, in the city walls at the foot of the mountains, wine flags can be faintly seen fluttering in the wind." Yunwawa We started to climb the mountain, and at this moment it started to drizzle.
This light rain did not affect their mountain climbing at all, but instead made it more fun for them. Climbing to the top of the mountain and looking far into the distance, Jiangnan is like a silky and smokey Chinese painting. Pointing to this intoxicating beauty of Jiangnan, Brother Yun couldn't help but sigh: "There are more than 480 temples left by the Southern Dynasties. How many towers are shrouded in clouds, rain, wind and smoke? ”
This is really: the singing of orioles in thousands of miles reflects the red color, and the wind of wine flags in water villages and mountains. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist and rain.
2. How to change "Jiangnan" into a composition
Which one are you talking about? Is it the ancient poem "Lotus can be picked in Jiangnan" or JJ Lin's song? Some lyrics are changed into a composition. In fact, it's easy to change, just give me a demonstration, just write it casually, don't go into details... I walked through Jiangnan. The weather in Jiangnan is rainy and humid, as if just grabbing a handful can squeeze out the air and water, and it's sticky. , sticks to the footsteps of pedestrians, making people linger; sticks to the thoughts of wanderers, making people forget their hometown; sticks to time, allowing the lush green to stop here in all seasons.
The raindrops from the south of the Yangtze River are falling in the warm wind, lingering, tangled into balls of silk threads, scattered in the mountains and fields, and scattered in the ancient city. The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan has been famous all over the world since ancient times. "The spring water is blue in the sky, and the painted boats sleep in the rain." "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only like Jiangnan." Jiangnan has conquered one after another with its beautiful scenery. Visitors to the land may have their steps entangled in the clouds of rain.
It’s almost like this, turn the love sentences into love for Jiangnan, and then add some other content such as your own associations, poems and stories about Jiangnan, and finally it becomes a composition. . 3. How to change "Jiangnan" into a composition?
Which one are you talking about? Is it the ancient poem "Jiangnan Can Pick Lotus" or a song by JJ Lin?
Some lyrics are changed into a composition. In fact, it's easy to change, just give me a demonstration, just write it casually, don't go into details...
I have been to Jiangnan. The weather in Jiangnan is rainy and humid, as if you can squeeze out the air with just a handful. When the water comes out, it is sticky, clinging to the footsteps of pedestrians, making people reluctant to leave; clinging to the thoughts of wanderers, making people forget their hometown; clinging to time, allowing the lush green to stop here in all seasons.
The raindrops from the south of the Yangtze River are falling in the warm wind, lingering, tangled into balls of silk threads, scattered in the mountains and fields, and scattered in the ancient city. The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan has been famous all over the world since ancient times. "The spring water is blue in the sky, and the painted boats sleep in the rain." "Everyone says that Jiangnan is good, and tourists only like Jiangnan." Jiangnan has conquered one after another with its beautiful scenery. Visitors to the land may have their steps entangled in the clouds of rain.
It’s almost like this, turn the love sentences into love for Jiangnan, and then add some other content such as your own associations, poems and stories about Jiangnan, and finally it becomes a composition. . 4. Rewrite "Jiangnan Spring" into prose 400 words
1 It is a beautiful spring in Jiangnan now.
Spring in the south of the Yangtze River is no better than spring in the north. Spring here is full of birdsong, flowers, and birdsong.
The golden cauliflowers are blooming in the farmland, and they are a dazzling sight for thousands of miles. The apple blossoms on the roadside are blooming, snow-green, and very lush; the plum blossoms are also blooming, and small white flowers are decorated on the branches, forming bouquets; the peach blossoms are also blooming, pink, as if they are a little girl’s Faces... In the distance, a pair of orioles flew over and sang songs all the way.
And the green grass spreads from our feet to the sky, dyeing the clouds in the sky emerald green. We got off the boat and followed a path to the foot of a temple.
This temple is on a high mountain. We walked slowly up the steep, winding, narrow stone road.
No scenery can be seen at the bottom of the mountain, it is all covered by dense and tall trees. After bypassing these trees, a large house appeared in front of us. There were two huge stone statues at the door of the house. They were probably the legendary unicorns, right? And much like a lion.
Walking in, there are two tall and mighty statues on both sides of the inside. I think that one is King Kong? One of them is majestic, holding different weapons in his hands. Walking in again, there is a big Buddha statue in front, which is the Thousand-Armed Avalokitesvara.
She held many various magic weapons that were said to be very powerful. Of course, the porcelain vase that Guanyin liked best was indispensable. The porcelain vase also had several emerald green wickers. It’s just that the statue of Goddess Guanyin has become very dilapidated.
Several other palaces were almost collapsed. There was a sadness in our hearts.
After leaving the Thousand-Hand Guanyin Hall, we came to the highest mountain top of this temple. Just at this time, it started to rain lightly.
The misty drizzle shrouded the entire temple and the entire mountain in wind and rain. I felt that the whole temple was shivering in the wind and rain.
Looking at the Jiangnan scenery at the foot of the mountain from a distance, it is also foggy. In places we can't see, I think there should be many similar temples from the Southern Dynasties that are swaying in the wind and rain, right? They were long gone when they were glorious.
After going down the mountain, I went back to the boat and wrote a poem called "Jiangnan Spring": The orioles are singing in thousands of miles, the green is reflected in red, and the wine flags in the water village and mountain are blowing in the wind. There are four hundred and eighty temples in the Southern Dynasty, and there are many towers in the mist.
After writing this poem, I let out a long sigh, and our ship set off slowly again... 2 Finally, the spring in the north has arrived. Occasionally, holding a volume of Tang poems in hand and wandering quietly on the campus paths, it is actually to find a reason to enjoy this rare spring.
I was browsing absentmindedly, and suddenly, a very familiar sentence jumped into my eyes: When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as fire, and when spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can you not remember Jiangnan? How can I not remember the Jiangnan where I was born and raised? It’s already March in spring, and the warblers and grasses have already grown in the south of the Yangtze River. The grass and trees withered all winter, endured all winter fighting, fought all winter, and accumulated all winter. When they smelled the breath of spring, they broke their shackles and showed off their endless energy.
As a result, the sprouts that should sprout, the leaves that should bloom, and the flowers that should bloom compete to interpret the vigorous spring of Jiangnan. The sunshine was moved by it, exuding soft enthusiasm; the orioles were dyed green by it, making noisy noises; even the laziest people were dragged into the wild by it.
Occasionally, the breeze blows over the wind chimes under the eaves, and a string of wind's thoughts are revealed. The gentleman-like swallows are busy holding the soft mud in their mouths to build their happiness.
However, Jiangnan in the rain is the most accurate Jiangnan. Suddenly a silk rain began to fall, as hazy as mist, as fine as the stitches of mother's shoes, and as warm as mother's smile.
In this way, it quietly envelopes the mountain villages and distant mountains in the south of the Yangtze River, blurring the vision into a simple landscape painting. The farmers wore bamboo hats and raincoats, shouted to the old scalpers, and wrote autumn fairy tales back and forth. The circles of soil waves stirred up the farmers' round expectations.
Farmers are the protagonists in front of the curtain of rain. The rain in Jiangnan is always as long as the wool in the hands of a lover.
It’s bigger. The corrugated corrugations are like ancient musical instruments. The raindrops gently pluck them, playing a classical song of spring in the south of the Yangtze River, entangling our hearts and making us enjoy the spring in the south of the Yangtze River yearningly.
Look, a small red umbrella flashed across the quaint alley, then slowly floated away. At the far end of the alley, it suddenly turned a corner and disappeared. There was also a little boy, walking in the alley all wet and slyly crossing the alley. Perhaps he was scolded by his dear mother.
In this rainy alley, people meet each other unexpectedly, and then go away, leaving only the breath and heartbeat of thousands of years. The water droplets in front of the eaves have stuck to so many melancholy memories, which are all stored in a depression on the bluestone slab.
The rain has been falling for a long time and is getting heavier, giving me a refreshing feeling. The field ridges became muddy.
The farmers have gone home to rest a long time ago, and are now blowing leisurely smoke rings. But children are restless.
Look, is that kid’s foot stuck in the mud? He simply held the shoes in his hands and stepped excitedly on the dough-like dirt road. Hey, there was mud jumping out from between his feet like loaches. What a wonderful discovery. Then he left behind a string of crisp smiles and went home.
Jiangnan was finally drunk in the rain. Blinking in the dim light, he could no longer distinguish the boundaries between heaven and earth outside the house. Then as soon as I turned my head, I lingered with the rain all night in my dream... 5. The ancient poem "Remembering Jiangnan" was adapted into a composition
The ancient poem "Remembering Jiangnan" was adapted to describe the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. It is so good and eye-opening.
How familiar I am with the flowers, plants and trees in the south of the Yangtze River, as well as the pond, how clear I am to those scenery, they still vaguely appear in my mind, although they are already blurry. , but still have some impression. In the spring morning in the south of the Yangtze River, the sun came out, and everything on the earth revived in spring. The grass peeked out secretly, and the flowers quietly breathed. Everything looked like they had just woken up. There were many miscellaneous petals in the grass. Famous and unknown people all mixed together. It rained all night, and there were pearl-like dewdrops on the flowers and grass. Maybe it rained too hard.
It has been raining all night, and small crystal clear water drops are rolling among the young leaves of flowers, each one reflecting a "vitality". It rained so hard that the small pond next to it was filled with water, and it immediately overflowed onto the shore.
Winter is over, spring is finally here, spring returns to the earth, all things revive, the sun shines brightly on the earth, those flowers are more beautiful in the sun, spring is here, the river is as green as Like bluegrass, it's as blue as the sky blending into it. Can such a beautiful scenery not be evocative? So the poet Bai Juyi wrote the ancient poem "Recalling Jiangnan": Recalling Jiangnan, the scenery was familiar to me before. When the sun rises, the flowers on the river are as red as the fire. When spring comes, the river is as green as blue. How can we not remember Jiangnan? . 6. Rewriting Reminiscences of Jiangnan
The beautiful scenery of Jiangnan makes people nostalgic. I couldn't help but recall the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River: after the sun came out, the flowers on the riverside were very red, like a ball of burning flames; and the green lake water was so clear that you could see the fine details on the bottom of the lake. sand. Several cruise boats slowly swam across the lake.
The branches of the willow trees by the lake are green and long. When a gust of wind blows, the branches of the willow trees sway slightly, which is really beautiful. Look at the sky again, it is blue and blue, with a few clouds floating leisurely in the sky, and swallows flying freely in the sky, chirping, as if saying hello to people! There are still a few kites in the sky. Children who have just finished school are flying kites happily.
I can’t say enough about the beautiful scenery of Jiangnan. Unfortunately, I am too old to go to Jiangnan anymore. But Jiangnan is so beautiful, how can I not recall Jiangnan?
I hope it can help you 7. Forgetting Jiangnan is rewritten as a sad love story composition
I think it has been more than three years since I left home. Since I went to Jiangnan to do business, I haven’t seen him for a long time. Cross the building by the river. I couldn't help but think of my bitch at home, and felt sad in my heart, imagining what she was doing now...
Early in the morning, she got up and looked at the empty house, feeling an infinite feeling in her heart. Feeling lonely and lonely, she sighed and said: "Oh, when will your husband return?" A little tears flashed in her eyes, but then, she began to hope again: maybe today, today he will come back. So, she sat on the dressing table and dressed up carefully. After that, she hurried to the balcony and looked at the river expectantly alone, hoping to see her sweetheart's boat. However, there were thousands of sailboats passing by on the vast river, and none of them belonged to her sweetheart. She just stared blankly, lovingly, lovingly, looking and looking, from morning to evening, until the slanting sunset appeared and the water flowed leisurely. She knows that I will not come today. Desperately, I walked into the back room, and then reluctantly looked back for one last glance. My eyes happened to fall on the place where we parted - the river bank full of white apples. Suddenly, an indescribable torrent surged into her heart, she shed tears, closed the door sadly, and disappeared into the dark house.
Thinking of this, I packed my bags silently and boarded a passenger ship returning home. 8. "Water Fairy's Ode to the South" was rewritten as prose
Climb a green mountain and look into the distance, everything is hazy. The sun shines on the river, the waves are sparkling, and a long mist rises, shrouded in smoke The water town in the south of the Yangtze River is very charming. The houses on both sides of the strait have beautiful painted pillars and pavilions, which are connected continuously and extend to the more charming water town in the distance. Lotus leaves and water chestnuts are scattered on the lake, with a faint autumn breeze. Quietly watching the sand gulls Dancing gracefully and charmingly, it seems to be praising the beauty of Jiangnan. The wind blowing from ten miles away, carrying the fragrance of autumn flowers, blows the bead curtains of people. The exquisitely carved boat is about to reach the horizon. The wine flag was floating melodiously on the boat. Although it was not a wine shop, I was already a little tipsy after seeing such beautiful scenery. I love this beautiful Jiangnan water town.