From ancient times to the present, it is unbearable for sentimental people to leave, not to mention how this parting can be tolerated in this bleak autumn! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid I can only face the biting morning breeze alone in Liu 'an, or drink alone at dawn and waning moon. I can't be with the person I love for many years. I estimate that even if we encounter good weather and good scenery, it will be in vain and depressed. Even if I am full of tenderness, who can I tell?
2. Seek an extension of Liu Yong's The Rain Bell. The chilling chirp lingers in my ears. Why do I feel particularly sad? Can it also perceive my inner helplessness? The pavilion at dusk is so cruel. How many lovers did it send away? The autumn wind blew a drop of rain and fell on me. I can feel its cold. I can't bear to enjoy this wonderful food. I only hope that wine can take away the sadness flowing in my blood and the memory of this lingering place in my mind.
The boat can't wait, it will take me away from this haunted place. My heart is hard to give up, and my hand holds her hand tightly. Her tears touched my heart deeply in the twilight. When I think of the past, I have a thousand words in my heart, but at this time I can only look at each other with tears. That sadness sealed my throat and filled my heart. I can understand everything in her eyes, so can she. My melancholy is as long as this thousand miles of smoke, and my sadness is as heavy as dusk. Looking around, how small I am in the vast Chu world, where is my future?
Sentimental people from ancient times to the present are always sad for leaving, and so am I, not to mention this bleak autumn? The wine woke up, and the sorrow woke up. It was like a willow, and the cool wind blew, leaving me with a broken moon. This time, year after year, good times and beautiful scenes are all illusory. Who can I tell about my endless love and lovesickness?
3. Yulinling was rewritten into a 300-word narrative, Yulinling. I still remember the cold wind, willow leaves swaying, blowing out the fragrance of Qingyang soul and weed pool water.
Lonely shore, window curtain, after the rain, cicadas sing more sadly. With the helpless sadness of rolling water.
Yes, I'm leaving soon. In this bleak autumn festival, an unknown night.
After the rain, the afterglow of the sunset sprinkled on his pale face as much as possible, but he was not interested in seeing the sunset that was about to leave Bianjing. A pair of gloomy eyes, symbolically looking at the distance, and then he will go to that wandering place.
In my eyes, I am reluctant and confused. It's not that he can't give up the glitz and bright lights here, but his attachment to the girl he loves deeply.
The whole Bianjing lighting is not even as good as one of her eyes! She poured the wine slowly. So slow that tears are dripping into the wine.
She was even more reluctant to part with Liu Lang, and from then on, she lived far apart. This, of course, three changes know.
He didn't dare to speak, for fear that this opening would pierce the emotional balance, for fear that she would be more sad. The boat under the river always doesn't know how to delay, and the boat has come early.
Liuyong finally got a little excited. He looked down at the wine on the table, picked up the warm glass, and gulped it down with a sour heart. At this time, no matter how strong the wine is, it will be just like clear water.
He wants to support his heavy body, but his legs can hardly support his tired heart. She quickly stood up to hold him and held his hand.
Heart full of retention, don't give up. But I can't say it.
Only tears expressed her mind. Those are lingering tears, hot and humid.
How to stop the tears of suffering at this time? He can't say anything and he doesn't know what to say. He couldn't give her a long-term oath or even a small agreement.
He cannot bring her a bright future now. Hate in my heart.
This is a night without a moon, and it is a terrible night. How many broken hearts have been buried in this vast land? Who can count, and who has the mind to count? ! Naive dark, dreamlike night has begun to cover all around.
He has to leave. Get out of here Go to those strange places.
See the monotonous beauty, go where no one talks. Start your own wandering.
He set foot on the boat farther and farther away from his lover. Only then did I find that the most beautiful woman in the world was drifting on the shore, always collected by tears.
According to Liu Yong, adapting an article of about 300 words, one day, one month, one year, we took away each other's thoughts and shattered each other's dreams. I will never forget that autumn. The cold cicada played a sad love song that day, which made the listener feel infinitely sad. There is only you and me left in the empty pavilion. The continuous rain outside the pavilion tried to keep me, but it failed after all. I want to stay here like this, but the people on the boat urged me to go on my way. Holding your hand, just like this, holding your hand forever, tears of disappointment still welled up in my eyes. I was so sad that I forgot to say anything and almost forgot my heartbeat. At the thought of drifting away and leaving my hometown, I will be like the low smoke and dusk. Where is the vast chutian? Once again, let me take one last look at you. Your eyes touched my soul.
Emotional injury and parting have existed since ancient times, let alone in this sad autumn. When I wake up, where will I end? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon. A few years later, there should have been a good life, but it existed in name only. Even if there are thousands of customs in Qian Qian, who should I talk to without you? Once again, let me take one last look at you. Your smile warms my world.
5. Rewrite Yulinling into a modern prose Yulinling. The original song is chilling, Changting is late, and the shower begins to rest.
Farewell outside Kyoto, but not in the mood to drink, reluctant to leave, the people on board have been urging to start. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it.
Missing thousands of miles of smoke and waves, the evening is heavy. Affectionate since ancient times, parting hurts the body, more comparable to the cold autumn festival! Who knows where I am when I am awake tonight? Fear is just the edge, facing the sad morning wind and the setting sun of the waning moon.
This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Even if it is full of emotions, who can enjoy it together? After autumn, cicadas are so sad and urgent. Facing the pavilion, it was at night and a sudden rain had just stopped.
Outside Kyoto, farewell dinner, but no mood to drink. When I was reluctant to go, the people on board had already urged me to start. Holding hands, looking at each other, my eyes were full of tears, and I couldn't speak until the end, and I couldn't say a thousand words in my throat.
Thinking about going back to the south, this journey is another journey. Thousands of miles away, there is a wave of smoke and the dark night sky is endless. Since ancient times, the most sad thing for passionate people is to leave, not to mention this bleak and cold autumn, how can this parting stand! Who knows where I will wake up tonight? I'm afraid only Liu 'an faces the sharp morning breeze and the waning moon at dawn.
After a long time, (people who love each other are no longer together,) I estimate that even if there is good weather and good scenery, it will be the same as nothing. Even if there is full affection, who will tell? .
6. Write Yu Linling as a short story "Yu Linling-Liu Yong"
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the doors are full of emotion. I miss that place. Lanzhou urged me to send it, holding hands and staring at tears, but I was speechless. Thinking of returning to the south this time, this journey is another road. Thousands of miles away, it is misty, and the night sky is a vast night fog. Since ancient times, feelings have hurt and left, and the autumn season is even more worthy of being left out! Where did you wake up tonight, Yang Liuan, the morning breeze and the waning moon! Over the years, it should be that its moments of beauty are illusory, so there are many kinds of customs. Who should I talk to?
Autumn is coming. Dead leaves fluttering, cicadas hoarse and short, perhaps because I know that my time is near, so I sing my yearning for life with my last strength, which can be heard in my ears. Why is it so bleak?
The pavilion is a bit decadent and mottled with red paint. After the heavy rain, it is so lonely and old in the sunset, reflecting the half-withered long grass, barren and straight into the heart, cold and desperate. Next to the pavilion, I set up a small tent. Yu Rou, with a glass in her hand, blessed me for my long journey again and again, but when she turned away, I saw her undulating shoulders. She cried, tears in her eyes sliding down her cheeks. When I turned around, I clearly saw a tear dissolve into the glass. I took it and looked up and gulped it down.
Why does the wine you drink come out of your eyes? I can't drink any more, as long as there is one more drop, the tears I tried to hold back will surge out! Can't drink any more.
I stared into Yu Rou's tearful eyes. How reluctant I am to leave her! But Zhou Zi's voice sounded outside. "Son, it's getting late. We should get going. Son, we should go! " Tears in Yu Rou's eyes can no longer be controlled, just like two streams running down her cheeks. She pounced on me, her hands shaking and her heart breaking made me feel like a knife. I held her cold little hand tightly, thinking that there was only one boat on the water connected with the sky, and I could never see Yu Rou's gentle eyes, hear her affectionate words, and shed tears again. ..
Goodbye, goodbye! Those who have lost their souls just don't want it! For thousands of years, these rivers and lakes are not the sad tears of many lovers? A piece of white sail, in this boundless twilight and boundless water, is like a falling feather, lonely and pale, as small as mustard seed. In a daze, a bright moon jumps out of the water, like an ice tray. Jiao Ran is cold, and the autumn wind blows through my thin blue shirt. It suddenly occurred to me that this Mid-Autumn Festival night is the time to spend a full moon and reunite with relatives! I am so embarrassed by this situation! Tears can't help but wet the blue again, so I have to lift the residual wine again and sleep in the anesthesia of wine, no longer thinking, no longer thinking.
The wind wears a thin shirt, and the cold wakes people up. Looking up, the willows on the shore were covered with leaves, and the green ones turned black. The breeze passed by, dense and faint, reflecting the waning moon on the horizon. Is this still the world I once loved?
Get together and leave in a hurry! Never say goodbye today, how do you know when to meet again! Appreciating the beautiful scenery is nothing more than cutting your heart and sword. Singing and singing will only increase the pain of heartbroken! Flowers make people old and homesick. Yu Rou, without you, who can I tell about Qian Qian's feelings? Who are you talking to? ?
7. Please adapt a 400-word essay according to the text Yulinling. Maybe the rain has stopped, but there is a lot of steam.
Drinking, what is it? Farewell is inseparable from Yu Linling. When the boat was about to leave, I finally couldn't help holding your hand. When I looked at it with tears in my eyes, I didn't even know how to speak. Maybe it's always like this when I leave Silence, just because you talk too much.
At this moment, the heart is the language. You can be intimate without talking. Imagine, thousands of miles away, the road is too far, under the dense fog, even if you bring wine to the wind, it is not chic and has no charm.
I got up and thought of the ancients, people from generation to generation. Since ancient times, who has not been hurt by parting? But now, what season is it? In autumn, maple leaves fall, and everything is a period of time. How did you know? The wine woke up. Where is it? Wake up, can you still see your lover? Yang Liuan, the catkins are flying, the cloak is soft, the morning wind is cold, and the waning moon is cold. Everything is cold, cold, cold, cold. In short, how can we meet again after this trip? If there is, it is better not to have it. If you stay in another period, Ai Ai will always remember more time, right? Left, once on the boat, how many whispers, who can say? The above is the prose translation I found for you. It takes some time to rewrite it into a lyric essay.