1. Expand "Jianjia" or "Guanju" and rewrite it into a composition of 600 words
The Jujiu doves chirped, and with a heavenly duet, they both flew down. On a sandbar in the river. I stood in the misty woods, looking into the distance, and seemed to see her. She stood in the gentle wind, with a peaceful smile on her face. Looking at her skillful and beautiful appearance, ripples suddenly appeared in my heart...
Long and short waterlilies floated on the water, and in the hazy I saw her picking green ones from left to right along the current. Watercress stems. Looking at the bright smile on her face, I smiled too. She doesn’t know yet that I am thinking about her day and night, whether in my dream or awake, day or night...
Even though I miss her so much, she is still there She couldn't stand in front of me and watched the white clouds drifting across the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seemed to see her shadow and her peaceful smile. She makes me think about her day and night. Under the moonlight, I was filled with long-lasting true feelings and lingering thoughts, but I lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep...
The waterlilies grew unevenly in the water. In my dream, I saw her moving left and right. He kept picking the watercress. Seeing her walking lightly, I couldn't help but say the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time: "A virtuous and beautiful girl, I believe that we will be in harmony with each other like harps and harps, and will love each other forever..."
Long and short waterlilies floated with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking left and right. Listening to the festive sound of firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "Wonderful and beautiful girl, I will beat the bells and drums to marry you..."
2. Change Guanju to Composition of 600 words
The Jujiu doves were chirping, and with a heavenly duet, they both flew to the sandbar in the river.
I stood in the misty woods and looked into the distance, as if I saw her. She stood in the gentle wind, with a peaceful smile on her face.
Looking at her skillful and beautiful appearance, ripples suddenly appeared in my heart... Long and short waterlilies floated on the water, and in the hazy I saw her picking green ones from left to right along the current. Nymphaeum stems. Looking at the bright smile on her face, I smiled too.
She doesn’t know yet that I am thinking of her day and night, whether in a dream or awake, day or night... Even though I miss her so much, she is still there She couldn't stand in front of me and watched the white clouds drifting across the sky. In the snow-white clouds, I seemed to see her shadow and her peaceful smile. She makes me think about her day and night.
Under the moonlight, I was filled with true feelings and lingering thoughts, but I was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep... Waterlilies grew unevenly in the water. In my dream, I saw her moving from left to right. He kept picking the watercress. Seeing her walking lightly, I couldn't help but say the words that have been buried in my heart for a long time: "A virtuous and beautiful girl, I believe that we will be in harmony like harps and harps, and will love each other forever..." Long and short The water plants floated with the water waves, and I vaguely saw her picking left and right.
Listening to the festive sound of firecrackers outside the window, I made an eternal promise: "My virtuous and beautiful girl, I will beat the bells and drums to marry you...". 3. How to expand the ancient poem Guan Ju into an 800-word composition
"Guan Ju" Expansion After the rain, Jiangnan is filled with the smell of green grass. The ups and downs of my heart swallowed the fullness of spring. Deep in the jungle, beside the glazed lake glowing with silvery moonlight, there are dense clouds and smoke. In the hazy smoke and clouds, where is the woman who used her oars to cut through the tranquility, causing ripples in the water? Her clothes are simple, her behavior is radiant, but her charm is hazy because of the distance between them. She emerges slowly from the mist, as sweet and beautiful as a blooming hibiscus flower, and as tranquil as the silvery moonlight. It is a beauty that goes deep into the bone marrow.
The long dark night gave me dark eyes. Now my pupils have lost their usual luster. That’s because I miss you day and night. I can't sleep because of you. For you, I tossed and turned. For you, I choose to miss you. I miss your graceful figure when picking flowers, your swaying figure when rowing a boat, and your laughter as crisp as a silver bell blown by the wind. You are mysterious and hazy, giving me such fervent hope not far away, but you cannot let me touch you. Ever since that fateful meeting, I have been thinking about you so passionately. For you, I am doomed to wander around from now on, doomed to wander by the Glazed Lake, doomed to be unable to sleep. The sound of the piano is dripping, and the water is as clear as spring water. The bells and drums are ringing together, as thick as the pine waves. The heavenly music seems to contain the most beloved and pitiful resentment in the world of mortals, and the deepest love in the world. All of this is for you, your startling glance and the smile you look back at. 4. Urgent
Lives on the sandbar in the river.
A kind and beautiful girl,
A good spouse for a good man.
The girls went to pick the waterlilies of varying lengths.
A kind and beautiful girl,
I miss her every time I wake up and dream.
Missing and pursuing cannot be obtained,
Waking up and dreaming of Sauvignon Blanc.
I miss you so much,
I can’t fall asleep tossing and turning.
The girls went to pick the waterlilies of varying lengths.
A kind and beautiful girl,
Play the piano, drums and harp to get close to her.
The girl picked the waterlilies of varying lengths.
The girl went left and right to pick them.
A kind and beautiful girl,
Ring bells and drums to please her. 5. Rewrite 600 words of "Guan Ju"
Guan Guan, Guan Guan. . . "
The familiar sound of water birds sounded in my ears again. The rippling blue water of the lake was even more intoxicating under the swaying of the waterlilies in the wind,
Just like her.
With her beautiful face and graceful figure, she plucks water plants along the stream, and her delicate hands are full in the evening. She is exactly the beauty I am looking for in my sleep. She is breathtakingly beautiful.
What’s funny is that the first time I tried to get close to her, I was politely rejected. I had always been confident and suddenly couldn’t find my direction. I felt lost and confused. I was melted in the wine and burned in my heart for several nights. I couldn't sleep, I only thought of her, but in the next few days, I still couldn't say a word to her.
I wanted to leave, but unexpectedly I saw her again before leaving. , still walking through the patch of waterlilies like a fairy, still with delicate hands, but I am not qualified to be by her side, I just want to leave this heartbreaking place. Thinking of this, a feeling of sadness comes to my heart. I untied the Yaoqin tied behind my back and played a solo song called "Beautiful Pity". I wanted to vent my depression, but I couldn't suppress my joy. When the song ended, I couldn't help but sigh again. I thought: It's time to leave.
"That song just now was "Beauty Pity"? "
I looked up in surprise, and it turned out that she had parked the boat next to me without knowing when. I didn't know what to say at that time, and I was so surprised that I forgot to answer.
< p> She looked at me with a smile, "Master, can you play another song? ""Ask the girl for advice. ”
For the next ten days or so, every day when the sun set, I would sit by the lake and play for her as she walked through the water plants, and she began to sing happily along with the melody. . The low-flying waterbirds, the swaying waterlilies, the songs and songs echoing on the lake. I suddenly found that this place is more beautiful and full of hope than before.
But now, there is no her. The sunset looks so dim.
The water birds are still flying low, the water plants are still swaying in the wind, and the Yao Qin in my lap has not played music for a long time. I don’t know if the melody it plays is still beautiful. .
A gust of wind blew, and the love song from the past sounded again, blessing her who was once in the water, and blessing her in the distance. 6. Rewriting "Guan Ju" 400. Composition of the words left and right
It was a rare refreshing summer day.
The sun passed through the window lattice quietly, and the railing outside the window was covered with cool and mottled shadows of leaves, so he was indifferent. At the destination, following the footsteps of the sunlight fragments and the pleasant whispering of Guanju birds, I felt particularly peaceful and comfortable.
It seemed that I had not been in such a bright mood for a long time. A slim woman in a plain skirt was leisurely trying to calm the restless lake water with her hands. She lowered her head and gently picked out the green lilies covered with water. Then she walked quickly in the direction of the woman. , he wanted to chat with her on such a beautiful afternoon to relieve the emptiness in his heart.
But when he got closer, he stopped involuntarily. The waterlilies in the lake are moving in the breeze, and they are in harmony with the clouds in the blue sky, and together they set off the quiet and beautiful face.
Although he is bending down to pick the waterlilies, his graceful silhouette is enough. He imagined her graceful figure as she walked leisurely alone. Although she was a simple woman, the melancholy in her eyes and the slightly raised chin with her head lowered highlighted her usual purity and elegance. The hair messed up his thoughts.
He watched all this with bated breath. This passionate wind struck his hazy dream memory like lightning, and then he knew for sure, " She has appeared in my dreams countless times! "The woman seemed to be aware of someone standing next to her. She gently stroked her long hair, turned her face slightly, and stared at the strange man in front of her with deer-like eyes. Their eyes met, and his heart became soft. The charming water plant, the woman smiled and lowered her head again, with the wisdom of a child and the shyness of a girl.
The sudden smile was like a rose blooming thousands of times faster under the lens. His whole heart was taken away. The tenderness of bowing his head was as shy as a water lotus.
From then on, every corner of his mind was filled with women. The scene of lowering his head and smiling.
Tossing and turning, he understood that this was love at first sight, staring blankly at the blue-black sky in the distance and the few stars in the distance.
This song is full of thoughts and feelings in my heart. All because the woman politely rejected his love.
She has her own sweetheart, and similarly, his smile is the most precious in her memory. He finally understood that this was an irreversible ending.
But how much he wanted to play her beloved "Beauty Pity" in front of her. If she was willing to listen, he would be willing to play it for her all afternoon, or even for a lifetime. The still water flows deeply, and all the hurt thoughts flow to the deepest part of the heart, and the thoughts are placed in the tenderest place in the heart. 7. Funny version of Guan Ju's continuation essay
Writing "Guan Ju" Gao Yuqiao, Class 6, 2007 In the morning, the sky just turned a little white.
The morning dew in late autumn condensed into frost in the cold wind of Thurso, making the area completely white and extremely depressing. On the lake, reed flowers are floating, sometimes flying in the autumn wind, sometimes falling on the water, causing no ripples, but helplessly dyeing the autumn water white.
On the shore, there was a man, standing alone in the severe frost, looking at the lake covered with reed flowers, with an indifferent expression, without a trace of flowing breath, just standing alone, as if waiting for something. On the opposite bank, outside the reed flowers, there is a faint house with shallow tiles and light walls. Against the backdrop of the flying reed flowers, it also has a slightly otherworldly flavor.
Perhaps there lives in this house a woman who is both graceful and elegant, and who is also unworldly. And she may not know that at this time when the reed flowers are flying and the silver frost is forming a bleak landscape, there is a beautiful woman on the other side. An infatuated person who is willing to devote his whole life to protecting her. He and she, one on the shore and the other in the middle of the water, couldn't be reached.
There are still so many reeds, floating gracefully in the wind, stretching their slender waists.
Large tracts of white frost gradually melted into light dew, and mist arose. He was still standing there, with no other expression or movement. Between his brows, there was determination - firmness. The houses on the other side became more indistinct in the haze, as if they were mirages, a real dream.
She is in a dream, but does she know? He and she, one on the shore and the other in the water, were close, but still separated by a lake. In autumn, reed flowers float, blurring each other's sight. 8. Expansion of Guanju and Jianjia
The waterbirds singing in Guanguan live on the sandbar in the river.
A kind and beautiful girl, a good spouse for a good man. Nymphoides of varying lengths are fished from the left and right sides of the boat.
A kind and beautiful girl, I miss her day and night. Missing and pursuing cannot be obtained, waking up and dreaming of Sauvignon Blanc.
I miss you so much, I can’t fall asleep tossing and turning. The girls went to pick the waterlilies of varying lengths.
A kind and beautiful girl, get close to her by playing the piano, drums and harp. The girl went left and right to choose from waterlilies of varying lengths.
A kind and beautiful girl, marry her home with the gift of drum music. The reeds along the river are green and white, and the white dew in late autumn condenses into frost.
The person I think about day and night is on the other side of the river. I went upstream to look for her, But the way was difficult and long.
I looked for it along the river, as if I was in the middle of the water. The reeds along the river are lush, and the early morning dew has not yet dried.
The person I dream about is on the other side of the river. I went upstream to look for her, But the way was hard and difficult.
I looked for it along the river, as if I was right in the middle of the sandbar. The reeds along the river are more luxuriant, and the white dew still lingers in the early morning.
The person I am pursuing so hard is on the other side of the river. I went upstream to look for him/her, But the way was difficult and tortuous.
I looked for it along the river, as if I were on a sandbank in the water. It was a dusk when deathly silence filled the entire sky.
It was desolate and empty. The remaining withered yellow leaves write the depression of autumn.
I am alone, beside the gurgling water in a foreign land, meditating silently, playing with the white water drops. Use things to purify your soul and leave behind this complicated world.
Suddenly, I vaguely heard singing coming from afar, in a vast expanse of sky, with no one around for 500 miles. What sound is making at this moment? The sound is crisp, beautiful, and swirls around the ears like the sound of nature. It makes people addicted and can forget the distracting thoughts of the world. The lingering sound is still lingering in the quiet surroundings.
Suddenly looking back, I saw a plainly dressed angel on the other bank, where the weeds grew, wading along the river as if walking on the ground, humming a tune as lightly as a cloud. The river breeze gently blew over her delicate smile, fluttering the strands of her green hair, which were reflected in the water, like the green algae swaying in the water.
She raised her head, moved her hair away from her eyes with her hands, and slowly wiped away the glistening beads of sweat on her forehead. Her innocence leaves an evening glow in the shadow of the setting sun.
I saw a hibiscus wading through the water, with a high posture, and her grace was astonishing in my heart - the pure image has been deeply engraved in my mind. I was so fascinated by it that I was stunned.
Unexpectedly, there is only one person left in the dusk at this moment, a young boy. Everything in front of me started to become illusory and misty from this moment on.
Perhaps this kind of waiting is just a kind of waiting that will never have an answer, but I am reluctant to leave. I don't know how long it will take for you to show up.
Could it be today, maybe next year. Maybe forever... My intuition didn't tell me where she would go.
I want to find the place where she has stored her wealth, but I don’t know where she will take her innocence? Maybe, like me, she is a traveler in a foreign land. Maybe this really shouldn't be the place where we stay. However, love keeps sprouting in my heart, like the buds on the tips of cardamom, it is inevitable to bloom.
So, I wandered by the river island every day. Whenever dusk comes, I look at the Jia Jia swaying in the wind and the dew condensing into white frost, and I think of that day when she waded through the water on the other side and hummed a ditty.
I was very much looking forward to it, but waiting day after day, what I got in exchange was despair - she was gone forever. The cold wind is biting, white frost is falling from the sky, the rhizome has turned yellow, and the autumn water has become thinner.
Missing you is like a tightrope strangling your heart and lungs, day and night. But it is already an unattainable reverie.
My grace is still there, waiting for you where I am. She was not far from me, as if I could vaguely smell the fragrant fragrance of the japonica flower, but the japonica flower was just stunning on the other side, as if it was so close that I couldn't get close.
Perhaps what cannot be closer is a piece of inner voice that cannot be read. I am silent by the water.
Pick up strands of fragrance at your fingertips to embellish the turbid air and make it calm like water. I only wish I could not swim across.
Thinking of your smile, looking at the sky. I kept thinking over and over again, why the momentary stay back then turned out to be a fantasy that ended without a beginning.
... n years later, it is still the same person, standing silently beside the gurgling water, looking at the autumn water, and the flowers blooming one by one. White petals fill the sky, like snowflakes formed by longing.
Through the rustling dusk, I wanted to see if there was an angel standing on the water bank on the other side of the reeds. That person was you n years ago. 9. Rewrite Guan Ju into a prose of about 500 words
Ju Jiu passes through each other and sings to each other, living on a small island in the Yellow River.
A quiet, beautiful and good girl, she is really a good match for me. Fresh waterlilies of varying lengths are picked from left to right along the flow of water.
A quiet, beautiful and good girl, I miss her during the day and love her in my dreams. I didn't get what I wanted when I pursued the girl, but when I woke up, I was always attracted by her in my dreams.
The lovesickness is endless, and it is difficult to fall asleep after tossing and turning. Waterlilies of varying lengths are fresh, pick them from the left and pick them from the right.
A quiet, beautiful and good girl, she plays the piano and plays the harp. The watermelons are of varying lengths, so I picked them from the left to the right.
A quiet, beautiful and good girl, ringing bells and drums makes her happy. Let’s look at the appreciation and understand it better: Appreciation: Because it has been circulated for a long time and has a profound and great influence, there have always been different opinions on this poem. Some people think that it is a love poem and a hymn; it is a virtuous poem and a satire. Poetry; it is an educational poem about marriage for aristocrats in the context of robbery (according to "Mozi", "harp" and "bell and drum" are not the joy of common people.)
; It is a poem to congratulate newlyweds ,……. In fact, if we carefully consider the sincere and passionate feelings in the poem, we would rather regard it as an ancient folk love song that was produced more than 2,000 years ago. What the poem describes in detail is a man's unrequited love. Admiration, love and desire, this is the deepest desire for love in everyone's heart since ancient times.
The whole poem is divided into three chapters. The first four sentences of the first chapter are about seeing things and writing about one's own love and desires. The dove is a kind of water bird. It is said that the male and female of this kind of birds love each other and are inseparable. If one of them dies first, the other one will be sad and will not eat, and will die of haggardness.
Therefore, the first sentence uses the harmonious singing of birds to arouse the man's infinite emotions, thinking that the beautiful and virtuous girl is his ideal match! As for who the "fair lady" is, is it a man who met a beautiful woman by the river, fell in love at first sight, and pursued her with admiration? Or when a man sees Jujiu in love as a pair, his heart flutters with love, and he misses the person in his heart. This leaves plenty of room for everyone's imagination. The eight sentences in the second chapter, with lingering sadness, express the man's love and the pain of lovesickness in his unsuccessful pursuit.
"Scattered water plants flowing left and right" may imply that the girl is picking water plants by the river. Her beautiful posture and her graceful silhouette are deeply imprinted on the man's heart. , indelible. Perhaps it's because of the floating water and the unpredictable girl's heart that the love journey between the two is destined to be difficult and difficult.
So I thought about it day and night, and could not forget it for a moment.
During the day, I have no taste for food and have no intention of doing anything, and during the long night, I can only lie in bed, tossing and turning, meditating and unable to fall asleep. I keep repeating in my heart the name of my lover and the shadow of my lover. This kind of "love but not love, but not love" The infatuated longing for "forgetting his love" is just the word "sorrow"! The eight sentences in the third chapter describe the joy that men long for when their wishes come true.
Someone said: "This poem describes the entire process of the lyrical hero's encounter, pursuit, love and marriage with a girl." Read the whole poem carefully, and if in the end it is just like a happy reunion in a fairy tale The ending - the prince and princess lived happily ever after, so the poetry is gone! Love deeply without resentment, and the desire for love can lead to the sublimation of love.
This man who fell in love and couldn't extricate himself was not so sad that he vomited blood and fell ill, nor did he commit suicide or kill in despair. Instead, he found a way out for his feelings, built a beautiful castle in the air, and imagined Lovers will eventually get married. In an instant he was satisfied, and he and his lover were united in perfect harmony! So a fictional and lively wedding scene unfolded happily, and we couldn't help but be intoxicated and bless it.
But fantasy is not fact after all. After a second thought, what will the man think of? Is it a deeper lovesickness? Is it the steadfastness of "the spring silkworm's thread will not be used until it dies, and the wax torch's tears will not dry until it turns to ashes"? Maybe I’ll leave it to everyone to ponder carefully! "Guan Ju", a short poem, occupies a special position in the history of Chinese literature. It is the first chapter of the Book of Songs, the oldest classic of Chinese literature.
Although judging by their nature, some mythological stories should have been produced earlier, but as written records, they are relatively late. So it can almost be said that when you look at the history of Chinese literature, the first thing you encounter is "Guan Ju".
Did the people who originally compiled the Book of Songs have some intention in the arrangement of the poems? This is no longer known. But at least the understanding of later generations does not think that "Guan Ju" was randomly ranked first.
Confucius mentioned "Poetry" (i.e. "The Book of Songs") many times in "The Analects of Confucius", but the only work that made a specific evaluation was "Guanyong", which is called "joyful but not obscene. Sad but not sad." In his opinion, "Guan Ju" is a model of the virtue of "gold mean".
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This involves an ethical thought in ancient China: In the eyes of the ancients, husband and wife are the beginning of human relations, and the perfection of all morality in the world must be based on the virtue of husband and wife. The author of "Preface to Mao's Poems" believes that "Guanyong" has exemplary significance in this regard, so it is listed as "the beginning of "Feng"".
It can be used to influence the world, and it is applicable to both "villagers", that is, ordinary people, and "states", that is, the ruling class. In this way, the meaning of "Guanyong" is great! How much truth is there in this understanding? Let’s leave that aside for now and start with the poetry itself.
The content of "Guan Ju" is actually very simple. It is about a "gentleman"'s pursuit of a "lady". When he couldn't get a "lady", he was distressed and couldn't sleep because of tossing and turning; when he got a "lady", The "lady" was very happy and asked people to play music to celebrate, and in this way made the "lady" happy. The identity of the characters in the work is very clear: "Gentleman" was a general term for aristocrats in the era of "The Book of Songs", and this "gentleman" had to have a certain status because he had the music of harps, bells and drums at home.
In the past, this poem was often interpreted as a "folk love song", but I'm afraid that's wrong. What it depicts is obviously the life of the aristocratic class. In addition, it is certainly true to say that it is a love poem, but I am afraid it is not an ordinary love poem.
According to my opinion, this is originally a wedding song, which is sung by the groom’s family to praise the bride and wish them a happy marriage. Many ballads in "The Book of Songs: Guofeng" have general lyrical meaning, entertainment function, and ceremonial practicality. However, the original purpose of some poems is unclear to later generations, so they are regarded as ordinary songs. of songs.
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